Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 425 The first lesson of school

Somewhere in the southern jungle of Venezuela.

Song Heping stood in a field of wild grass, constantly looking at the watch on his wrist.

The time has come to half past eleven.

Jiang Feng, standing by, was clearly a bit excited, pacing back and forth. Finally, he couldn't help but say to Song Heping, "Old squad leader, these fifty people are almost the number of two district teams. Can we lead them all with just the two of us?"

Song Heping glanced at him and said, "You said you were acting as district captain. Are there no solutions if there are twenty more people?"

Jiang Feng said, "How can it be the same? Back in the training corps, the trainees were elites selected from the grassroots companies. They were all very obedient and disciplined when they were sent here. Moreover, if they didn't train well, I could send them back to their original unit. These guys are all anti-government guerrillas. How can you teach them discipline?"

"Speak," Song Heping said confidently. "Why not? Without rules, there will be no order. Just follow our student standards. I'll teach the tactical command class, and you'll be responsible for the actual combat training. What? You don't even have this level of skill?"

"That's impossible!" Jiang Feng certainly couldn't admit that his combat skills were not good enough, so he shook his head and said, "It's just that we only have two months. I'm worried that if I train them well in terms of discipline, I won't have time to teach them the military skills."

Song Heping sneered and said, "You'll be right to listen to me when the time comes."

After saying that, he picked up the phone and called Molins' number.

The other person was obviously asleep, and one could hear from his voice the emotion of being woken up from a dream.

"Song, it's already half past eleven. Don't you know that people in the mountains go to bed early?"

Suddenly woke up again.

"Did something happen to my people when they were crossing the border?!"

Song Heping chuckled and said, "No, they are fine and have all crossed the border. But there is something I suddenly remembered to inform you, so I quickly called you."

"It's okay... What's the matter that you have to call now?" Morins heard that his subordinates who had crossed the border were fine, and his tone became lazy again. He yawned on the other end of the phone: "Hurry up and tell me, I need to catch up on my sleep quickly, I have to get up early tomorrow morning..."

After saying that, he yawned again.

Song Heping said, "It's like this. I forgot to mention the allowable mortality rate issue to you earlier, so I have to tell you now. There's an old saying in our country: say the ugly things first. If something goes wrong later, don't blame me for not reminding you."

"Allow mortality?" Molins regained some of his spirit. "What? What mortality rate?"

Song Heping explained, "In the unit I was in before, there was a permissible mortality rate. This means that if an accident occurs during training, the instructor is not responsible. Do you understand?"

"and many more!"

Morins perked up completely.

"Song, these backbones of mine are here to learn military command. From the sound of your voice, do you intend to train them to death?"

"That's right." Song Heping said, "I do teach them tactical command, but the question is, what is the most effective way to learn tactical command?"

"What is it?" Morins was a little confused.

"The basic knowledge of tactical command is all on paper. After learning it, you have to learn how to apply it flexibly. How can you apply it flexibly? Of course, it's in actual combat..." Song Heping said, "But actual combat is dangerous and can kill people..."

He dragged out the last syllable of his voice, and Morins on the other end of the phone was trembling with fear.

"Oh, God, Song, do you know what you're talking about?!"

After being speechless for a while, Morins began to scream strangely on the other end of the phone.

"Those are the elites I carefully hand-picked from my own organization. They are the backbone of the command levels of my grassroots camps! You're telling me I spent two million dollars to send them to you for two months, and then they'll die during training?! FUCK! Do you know what you're talking about?!"

He almost cursed, which showed that he was very angry.

Song Heping's tone was still very cold and calm: "Well, you said they are all elites, carefully selected, right?"

"Yes! Of course!"

Molins shouted, "If it weren't for this, do you think I would spend so much money to send them over there to learn some tactical command and jungle warfare from you?!"

Song Heping's next sentence left Morins completely speechless.

He said, "If you're such a powerful elite, you won't die easily. If you die easily in actual combat, you can't be considered an elite. Right?"

These philosophical words made Morins feel completely lost.

He wanted to refute Song Heping, but found that he had no idea where to start.

"But..." He finally vented helplessly, "Those are my elite troops. You can't mess with them! If more than half of them die during training, the loss to the few remaining ones who come back will be huge! Huge! Do you understand?!"

Song Heping said, "I know. But let me ask you, would you rather have 50 Chihuahuas or 10 lions?"

Molins was speechless again.

"No matter how many Chihuahuas there are, they are still just wild dogs. But one lion is the king of the jungle." Song Heping once again used ancient Chinese wisdom to educate Morins: "Morins, remember this: it is better to have nothing than to have something of poor quality. Do you understand?"

Morris was fully awake this time.

He sat at the head of his bed and thought for a long time.

In the end, he finally gave in because he couldn't refute Song Heping.

Indeed, 50 Chihuahuas will never be as good as a lion.

Sending people there yourself is about making them lions, not Chihuahuas.

"Okay, Song..." He compromised, "But I sent 50 people anyway. You can't really only send one back for me, right?"

"Hahahaha!"

Song Heping laughed out loud. Sometimes Morins was so funny when he got serious.

"Don't worry, I'll leave you at least half. But I can't guarantee that none of them will die in these two months, unless I'm trying to cheat you out of your money and sell you a Chihuahua as a lion."

When the two of them finally ended their call, the sound of a car engine was heard from the distance on the dirt road not far away.

"Old squad leader, they are here."

Jiang Feng pointed into the distance.

Song Heping nodded, put the phone back into his pocket, and asked him, "Is the map ready?"

"Ready."

Jiang Feng glanced at the SUV parked on the side of the road.

"They're all in the car."

Three trucks soon drove up and stopped on the grass.

"Get out of the car! Everyone get out!"

At the urging of Jiang Feng and the translator, the ELN armed "elites" jumped out of the car one by one.

"Gather at my place!"

The "elites" lined up casually in the open space.

But the line was so sparse that it looked like they couldn't even form a line.

Song Heping stood aside and watched without saying a word.

He was observing to see what level of soldiers these guys belonged to in terms of standard military management.

In the end, he came to the conclusion that these guys were definitely civilian guerrillas.

It's not that the civilian guerrillas' individual combat capabilities are inadequate. Often, they are an extremely fierce group in their own territory.

However, these are just local tyrants, not newcomers.

When they arrive in unfamiliar areas and meet regular troops, they will lose miserably.

But looking back now, they are all so confident.

From the way they responded to Jiang Feng's orders, it could be seen that these people did not take him and Jiang Feng seriously.

"Stop correcting their formation."

Song Heping walked up to Jiang Feng and stopped the instructor who had been correcting whether their formation was neat.

"No need to worry about this."

Jiang Feng stepped aside angrily and said in a low voice: "This kind of discipline is not even as good as our militia."

Song Heping smiled and said, "They are militia."

Jiang Feng was stunned for a moment, then he smiled bitterly.

Song Heping said, "Go and get the map."

Soon, Jiang Feng took out a stack of maps from the SUV.

"Give them five copies, one for each class."

Jiang Feng quickly distributed the map according to Song Heping's instructions.

There are currently fifty people, organized into five classes, with ten people in each class.

The ELN armed "elites" who got the map were all confused.

I don’t know what the instructor in front of me is going to do.

Song Heping said, "You are now officially starting school. The first subject is Military Topography."

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(End of this chapter)